Toby Fox owns Undertale and all associated characters. Petal and I own the pups.
The atmosphere in the Great Papyrus was relaxed once more. Emerald was quietly cleaning glasses behind the bar, while the dull murmur of conversation washed over the room as the occupants spoke and bantered with each other in the pristine establishment.
Dogaressa chortled. "Honestly, Dogamy? We'll have to ask about that."
"Heaven knows we do need a pup sitter," he reasoned. "What harm is asking the one that they all like?"
"Well, Canis does like him...we'll have to bring it up with him at some point…"
There was a soft squeaking sound from the entrance of the establishment, signalling someone else had come in. Then, there was a series of tiny gasps.
"Mommy! Daddy!"
The two raised their heads out of curiosity-only to do a double take when they found three pups in the entryway.
They only had a moment to see them, before the two white furred ones charged towards them one grasping onto Dogamy's leg, while the other leapt into the air, barely managing to land in Dogaressa's lap. The two found themselves immediately bombarded with questions.
"Yay! You're back already! I thought you were going to be gone foreeevvvveeerrr!"
"Where's Uncle Papyrus?"
"Did you bring us anyfing?"
"Why do you smell funny?"
"Did you fight lots ov bad guys?"
While his siblings were pelting the bewildered canines with questions, the last pup, covered in dark grey fur, sat slowly back on his haunches, sniffing the air, narrowing piercing yellow eyes on the two. His ears, small triangles atop his head instead of the long, floppy ears of the other two, twitched for a moment before flattening. He had not moved a step closer since the other two had hurled themselves at the parents.
Dogaressa gasped as she managed to catch the pup that had flung itself at her. "Oh! Careful!" she exclaimed.
"Now, now," Dogamy managed. "One question at a time?" Though that was said as he gave a glance to his wife, unsure of what they were supposed to say to the pups in a room full of Monsters and Humans who weren't up to speed on the situation.
The pups quieted a bit, and the one in Dogaressa's lap squirmed herself into a more comfortable position, then looked up at her with bright blue eyes, cocking her head to the side, as if waiting for answers to all the questions that had been asked.
The other one was growling and play-biting at Dogamy's leg, already seeming to have lost interest in the conversation.
Dogaressa looked down at the little girl. "Your Uncle Papyrus took some other pups to the park, but he should turn up eventually," she assured while Dogamy allowed the second pup to do as they pleased.
"Other pups?" the two exclaimed in horror, though the boy's voice was still muffled from his lock on Dogamy's leg.
Dogamy chuckled. "Do not fret, I'm sure Uncle Papyrus will spend equal amounts of time with you. He's not the type to be unfair."
"Dogamy, Dear," Dogaressa murmured, flicking her eyes to the third pup. "We may have to…"
While the little one attached to Dogamy disentangled himself from the older canine, the third pup began approaching warily, stopping just a few feet away and sitting himself down again. His eyes flicked between his elders, his gaze narrowing in concentration.
Dogamy nodded, glancing to the pup. "Yes?" he asked, keeping it neutral, though the older canines were certain he was on to them.
"You smell weird," the pup informed them. His voice was slightly raspy, and his tone was filled with accusation. He sat back on his haunches. Looking at them again, his gaze demanding an answer.
"They always smell weird after hunt," the pup in Dogaressa's lap informed her brother, curling herself up and sighing in content.
"This is different." The grey-furred one insisted.
"Do you wish to talk about it then?" Dogamy asked.
"Garav…" the boy attached to Dogamy's leg untangled himself and ran over to his brother. "You're bein' weird again."
He bopped his brother on the head with a paw, eliciting a startled growl from the grey-furred pup, who immediately leapt upon the white-furred one. Within moments, they were both on the ground wrestling and nipping at each other.
The two adults jerked in surprise, before standing, with Dogaressa putting the girl down in the seat, both preparing to intervene if the boys got carried away, with Dogamy making a concerned sound at their fuss.
One of the other occupants leaned over to watch the two grappling and growling on the ground.
"Trouble never learns, does he?" he chortled, sipping at his drink. "I don't think he's ever beaten Garav yet."
There was yip of protest from Trouble, who immediately sank teeth into Garav's shoulder. The other child grunted and increased his assault on the other, trying to loosen the hold his brother had on him.
Dogamy blinked, remembering Papyrus talking about them. Trouble...Garav...who was the third…? "Dogaressa, I can handle the boys," he managed. "Keep an eye on Mischief." She looked at him a moment, before it clicked and he took a step closer to the tusslers. "Boys," he warned.
There was no sign either of them had heard him, and a low growl had begun to emanate from them. It was hard to tell which one of them was doing the growling… or perhaps it was both.
Dogamy stepped forth, poised to grab the two. "Both of you," he called, a stern tone rising.
The two stopped in their motions, both looking up to Dogamy. Trouble still hadn't let go of Garav's shoulder.
"This isn't the place to scuffle," he stated simply. "And I don't want either of you hurting yourselves right now."
"He started it!" both pups protested, though Trouble's voice was muffled.
"I don't care who started it, I'll finish it," Dogamy warned. "How about you two have a seat, and see if there's anything you'd like."
The was a grumble of protest, but the children disentangled themselves, and Trouble finally let go of his brother's shoulder, though neither made any move move to go anywhere.
"Stupid boys…" Mischief murmured in a smug tone, content in her seat.
"Be kind to your brothers," Dogaressa stated firmly. "We're not here to bicker or fight amongst ourselves," she said as she moved things on the table to provide better access once the boys made up their minds.
After a few moments, the boys reluctantly made their ways up to the chairs, clambering up and seating themselves, folding their arms and looking stubbornly away from each other. It seemed that Garav's suspicions had been quieted for now…
The couple was pleased with that, sighing softly as they grabbed menus. A little coin wouldn't hurt them so long as they didn't cause a commotion with someone else's pups. Dogaressa gave a hum, looking at her phone, frowning at the lack of numbers. "Remind me to ask for his number again, my phone seems to have devoured it."
Dogamy blinked in confusion, and then realized that she was saying it that way to avoid confusion. "Ah, right. Well, he has to come back some time."
"You just had to let the battery run out."
The male grumbled. "Well excuse me, Dear…" he replied as she stifled a laugh.
"I'm glad you came back already mommy," Mischief said, settling herself back into Dogaressa's lap. "You only came back for a little while, and you were gone for so long last time…" she snuggled her head into Dogaressa's tummy, sighing in content.
"I'm sure we're sorry about that," Dogaressa replied. "But I've heard that we're almost done with it, and we'll probably be able to stay longer soon. You pups just have to be patient a little longer."
"Why do we have t'be patient?" Trouble asked. "You're not leaving again, right?"
At that, Mischief gasped and wrapped her small arms as far as they could go around Dogaressa, burying her face into the older canine's shirt. Muffled sounds of protest were heard from the girl as she hugged Dogaressa as hard as she could.
Dogaressa slowly placed a hand on the girl's head. "It should only be a little longer, Pups," she stated. "As we said, it's almost done, and then the pack shouldn't have to stray far."
Mischief whimpered her protest, while Trouble pawed at Dogamy's shirt, whining pitifully.
"Daddy, take me wif you!" he pleaded. "I don' wanna stay behind again!"
"It's too dangerous," Dogamy stated firmly. "And the three of you are far too young to be getting yourselves into such dangers. When you're older, and if you have an interest, I'm sure you can learn. But for now, you're still pups, and you are to stay safe."
The pups still whined their protest, while Garav slowly crept his way forward, settling himself down next to Dogamy and resting his head in his elder's lap.
The doors opened, and the two canines raised their heads, before Dogamy smiled. "Grillby, Muffet, you came?"
The spider smiled as she strode over, with Grillby carrying their daughter. "That we have…" Muffet replied.
Dogamy glanced around. "The other two?"
Grillby glanced up briefly as Rotisa grabbed at one of his fingers. "They stayed at home with Napstablook. Yesterday was enough adventuring for them…"
Dogamy chuckled. "Now if only pups would lose their energy in the same manner."
Muffet giggled. "That's true…" She paused, and then finally took note of the pups, and then up at the two. Luckily, she pieced things together, though a smirk of amusement showed. "We leave you alone for five minutes," she teased.
The children looked up at the intrusion for a moment, but quickly returned their attention to their "parents".
"Stay longer this time?" Mischief asked, staring up at Dogaressa with big puppy eyes. "Pretty please?"
"As much as I'm sure your mother would love to say yes," Dogamy replied. "I highly doubt it."
Dogaressa smiled slightly in amusement. "We could just keep repeating it's almost done until we get it through their floppy ears."
Grillby chuckled, while Rotisa cooed, turning her head as she tried to see the world around her.
From behind the bar, there was a quiet gasp as Emerald turned towards the newcomers, seeing Grillby.
"Oh! Hello, Mr. Grillby," she said. "I… didn't expect to see you here."
Grillby turned in confusion, looking to his niece's counterpart, while Muffet's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Grillby?" she questioned-mostly to herself.
The young woman quickly composed herself, though she looked at Muffet and the baby in confusion for a moment before returning her attention to the other elemental.
"Is there anything I can get for you?" she asked politely. "I know Papyrus would be delighted to know that the best tavern-keeper in the city had visited his own place…"
Muffet smiled. "Seems you're quite popular on this side, Sir," she teased with mirth.
The elemental glanced over. "Some menus would suffice for now," he assured the green-elemental.
"Certainly," Emerald grabbed a few menus, then walked around the bar to bring them over to Grillby. She glanced curiously at the spider Monster and her baby, but did not say anything.
"If you need anything else, let me know."
Grillby nodded, with Muffet guiding him to an empty seat, with Rotisa reaching and grabbing at Grillby's bow tie with insistent chirps. Muffet smirked in amusement. "Rotisa, what do you think you're doing?"
The little girl turned to her mother's voice, blinking her three eyes quietly, before returning to what she was doing. Emerald walked slowly back to the bar, resuming her former position, her gaze flicking to Grillby every so often.
"Seems we should ask Papyrus a few questions about your counterpart," Muffet murmured softly. Grillby nodded, opening the menu, before sparing a hand to get Rotisa's attention. She blinked, and then laid claim to a digit, cooing happily at her discovery.
They hadn't had much time to peruse it, before there was the sound of the doors swinging again, and they looked up to see Alphys and Undyne entering the bar. Alphys was carrying Alexander in her arms.
Or trying to, at least, as the little one was wiggling around in her grasp, obviously wanting to get down and explore.
"J-just a little farther," Alphys said, trying to adjust her grip on him. "A-and then you can do whatever you want…"
"Might wanna think about rephrasing that, Alphys," Undyne chuckled, before looking up and seeing the otherworlders gathered around the table. Her gaze focused on Dogamy and Dogaressa though. She opened her mouth to speak, and hesitated, seeing them surrounded by the pups she recognised.
Rotisa cooed, turning her head to the small commotion, squinting as she tried to make things out. Muffet looked over and giggled, realizing the confusion. "They're ours," she called, leaving it vague.
"Yeah," Undyne replied slowly, while Alexander finally wiggled out of Alphys's grasp and dropped to the floor. Not that it seemed to faze the little reptile, and he immediately made a beeline for Muffet.
"I thought so, you guys always have a different feel than us." the fish-warrior grinned widely. "And now, you got too many pups to handle, huh Dogamy?"
"One litter at a time, currently," Dogamy replied. He gave a weary chuckle. "It's when Papyrus comes back that we should start worrying," he assured while Muffet turned in her seat as she saw the toddler coming her way.
"What's she talking about, daddy?" Mischief asked, raising her head slightly and tilting it in confusion. Even as she spoke, Alexander had reached Muffet's chair and pulled himself upright on his legs, reaching up for her lap and babbling insistently in baby talk.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, little one," Dogamy assured, smirking as Muffet cooed and scooped the little boy up.
"Well hello, little Dearie~ What are you up to?"
The toddler fumbled in the pocket of the bright blue pants that was all he wore , before proudly pulling out a small, smooth stone with a purple stripe going down the middle of it, which he presented proudly to the spider with enthusiastic gibberish.
His parents glanced at each other, then broke out in fond laughter at their son's antics.
Muffet smiled. "Oh, what's this?" she asked, a spare hand reaching for it as Rotisa turned her head again.
"Probably just one of his little treasures," Alphys spoke up. "H-he loves to collect things, and sometimes, he'll give them out."
"Yeah, last week he decided that I needed a stick that looked like a snake." Undyne chuckled. "I don't even know where he gets half this stuff."
The spider giggled, holding it up to get a better look at it-when suddenly Rotisa gave a series of demanding chirps, her grabby hands reaching in her mother's direction.
Alexander turned to the baby spider, cocking his head and blinking several times as he watched her. Then he began rummaging in his pockets again, burbling as he did so.
Muffet grinned, adjusting her hold on him. "You've got some dragon blood in you?" she joked. "You're a walking treasure hoard."
Grillby chuckled, knowing Alexander likely had no idea what she was talking about.
Alexander gave a triumphant squeak and pulled another stone from his pockets, this one smaller than the last. It was smooth as well, but this one had flecks of what looked like gold shimmering across it's surface. The stone itself was red where the gold did not shine, making it seem like fire itself. Especially since the gold shifted as he moved the stone, the light hitting it from different angles.
It was this one that he proudly presented to Rotisa, clambering closer and placing it in her searching hand.
She cooed, taking it back, looking at it. At first, she tried to put it in her mouth, but Grillby grabbed her fist. "That's not food, little Lady." The girl blinked, and then held it up while her father kept a close eye on her. She gave another coo, and then smiled, giggling happily as she held it up above her so that the flames from both elementals reflected off the rock.
Alexander sat back, grinning widely, and looked up at his parents who had come closer in the meantime.
"Pretty fire rock!" he exclaimed happily.
"You little charmer, you…" Undyne grinned and rubbed at the toddler's crest, earning a happy hum from the reptile as he pressed his head against her hand.
Rotisa gave a series of happy sounds, one hand ending up on her father's face while she continued to be mesmerized by the stone.
Muffet grinned. "We'll need that stick after all," she stated, instantly getting Dogamy's and Dogaressa's attention.
From beyond the doors came the slightly muffled sound of Papyrus's energetic voice.
"Look, pups! We are almost there! It's a good thing that I, the great Papyrus was the one to come with you! Because my muscles are so powerful, it is a simple task to carry you all this way!"
The canines perked, turning to the door as the tall skeleton entered with all the pups. Canis was sound asleep on his shoulders. Grillby chuckled, holding Rotisa's wrist as he took his eyes off her briefly.
As they entered, Trouble and Mischief looked up curiously, both clambering down from their seats to stare at the other pups. Garav remained on his seat, but stood fully, narrowing his eyes at the newcomers and giving a quiet growl.
Beowulf instantly jerked his head up, orange eyes locking onto the source, while his other siblings simply peeked their eyes open to see what the fuss was-aside from Canis who was dead to the world.
Mischief turned to look back at Dogaressa in bewilderment, her eyes wide.
"Mommy? Who are they?"
Meanwhile, both Trouble and Garav were testing the air, watching the other pups intently. Papyrus hesitated, unsure of where the hostile atmosphere was coming from.
"They're other pups," Dogaressa replied, while Dogamy watched the situation worriedly.
Beowulf had perched himself more carefully, making it clear that he was alert, while the other puppies yawned, not seeing an issue with the situation.
Dogmatix blinked, looking sleepily down at the other pups, tilting his head as he did so, where Dogtanian perked in excitement over the idea of more playmates.
"They smell weird." Garav looked between Papyrus and the older canines, his hackles rising. "They smell weird like you!"
Mischief whimpered quietly at her brother's words, pawing at Dogaressa and snuggling into her side.
"Well, of course they smell the same-" Papyrus began.
"Papyrus!" Undyne called, getting his attention. She made a violent gesture across her throat… which Papyrus watched with mild confusion.
"Er… Undyne?"
While the skeleton's attention was diverted, Garav dropped down from the chair and warily approached him. He and Trouble dropped into a crouch, both gazes focusing on Beowulf. Neither made a move to jump, and Trouble briefly glanced to his brother in confusion but he stood by his side regardless.
Dogmatix and Dogtanian looked on in bewilderment, while Lupus's gaze went from Beowulf to Garav as his brother kept his attention on the pup challenging them. Dogamy stood, analyzing this swiftly. He knew he could get Mischief out of here, and possibly Trouble without issue, but he wasn't so sure if he could freely negotiate with the gray pup-he was just glad the other litter had his pups' attention for the moment.
"Uncle Papyrus," Garav spoke up, looking up to the tall skeleton and gaining his attention "What's going on?"
"Why, the great Papyrus is merely returning from playtime at the park!" The skeleton replied, crouching down and unwittingly bringing the pups closer together. Garav and Trouble both stepped back at the closer proximity of the strange children.
"And I have brought new friends for you all! We have Canis, Dogtanian, Dogmatix, Beowulf and Lupus here! They're very good at playing! They were even able to keep up with the great Papyrus for a while!"
Canis woke from her nap, looking down at the pups in confusion, before letting loose a squeaky yawn, and closing her eyes again, not really caring about the whole mess.
"Who're you?" Beowulf asked.
"Who're you?" Garav retorted, narrowing yellow eyes at the pup. Papyrus frowned.
"Now, now, there's no need for that…"
"Papyrus already said our names," Beowulf replied. "What are yours?"
"Beowulf," Dogmatix mumbled. "What're you doing…?"
"Talking."
"Mommy, make them stop," Mischief whined, clinging tighter to Dogaressa. "I don't like it…"
Dogaressa stood, sheltering the female. "Dogamy," she murmured in concern.
"I can't stop a fight that hasn't started," he muttered.
"I might step outside with her then…"
"I'm Garav," the grey-furred pup stated bluntly, ignoring the commotion behind him. He cocked his head slightly, awaiting a response.
"And I'm Trouble!" the other pup barked, not wanting to be left out.
"Beowulf," the bold boy stated from his perch, before nudging Lupus.
"What?"
"Name."
"But Papyrus-" Beowulf nudged him again. "Lupus."
The other two introduced themselves, before Beowulf glanced briefly over his shoulder at his sister, and then shook his head, bringing his attention back to the two boys.
"You smell funny." Garav's tone was full of accusation, as if he had just accused the other pup of murder.
"So?" Beowulf demanded.
"You smell funny like them," he gestured back to the older canines. "Why?"
Trouble was starting to look a little nervous, and was casting glances over his shoulder at his "parents".
"Well, of course they do!" Papyrus jumped back in in an attempt to ease the tension. "They're their pups!"
The three native pups froze at that, and all antagonization was forgotten as they slowly turned to face the older ones, and a pitiful whine escaped from Mischief.
"W...what?" the little girl managed.
"Oh, no…" Alphys moaned, covering her eyes with both hands.
The two canines covered their faces with a free hand and a long breath of exasperation. Grillby watched warily, uncertain of how this was going to play out.
"Dogamy?" the female canine murmured as she gently set the girl down on the chair. "What do we do…?"
"I was hoping to not be the one to explain it..." her husband muttered.
"Aw man… I was hoping they were gonna get into a fight first," Undyne muttered to her wife. "That I could handle."
"What… what's going on?" Trouble asked nervously, looking between his parents with wide eyes while his sister started crying on her chair, the combination of the information and atmosphere getting to her. Garav on the other hand, just sat there, silently demanding an explanation.
"Papyrus," Dogamy called. "Think you can get the lot of the pups outside for this?" He didn't want to attempt this with a whole crowd listening in, while his own pups were staring in confusion, only having a vague idea of what was going on.
"Er, right!" Papyrus exclaimed, slightly relieved, as he had been unsure what to do, especially as Mischief had started crying. "Come on, pups, we will come back later, I will show you something else in the meantime!"
As the skeleton left, Undyne walked up to Dogamy and whispered quietly in his ear;
"There's a little room behind the bar that Papyrus uses sometimes for people too drunk to make it home safely. Why don't you two bring the pups there to explain, away from," her eye flicked to the other occupants of the bar, several of which had been watching the show.
"Prying eyes."
"Thank you," the older canine muttered gratefully, before turning to his wife. She seemed to understand, and swiftly scooped the girl up, while he turned to the boys. "Come with me," he stated firmly. "We're just going to go somewhere a bit more private. I'll answer your questions there."
Garav huffed and hurried after them, with Trouble trailing close behind. Mischief, however, had frozen at Dogaressa's touch. Though tears still trickled down her white fur, she was completely rigid.
"They're just going to use the back room, Emerald," Undyne called to the elemental as the canines approached the bar. The girl nodded, and gestured for the others to follow her, leading them down a short corridor running behind the bar and opening the door at the end of it.
Once in the room, Dogaressa gently set Mischief on the couch, while she and Dogamy took a seat on the bed across from her, allowing the boys to be with their sister.
Mischief immediately latched onto Trouble, burying her face into his shoulder as she shook. Trouble whined quietly, both in sympathy and exasperation, but slowly drew his arms around his sister. Garav, on the other hand, was sitting straight up, focused on the older canines, his ears perked high.
Dogamy sighed, folding his arms. "No," he stated simply. "We are not your parents. Explaining why we are not is complicated, but…"
"We were not intentionally trying to deceive you," Dogaressa stated. "The two of you were just so happy-and we weren't really in a position to deny in a crowd of people that recognized us as your parents."
"Though I was about ready to talk to Garav outside. He's got a sharp nose," Dogamy admitted.
"You're... not?" Trouble questioned, his voice wavering. "But…"
"Your parents are fine, as far as we know," Dogaressa replied. "They're still out on their hunt or mission, whichever they've been calling it."
"And we weren't lying about that they'd be likely to stay longer soon," Dogamy continued. "We heard that they've been wrapping things up."
"Then… who are you?" Garav asked quietly, inching back and placing a paw on his sister's shoulder. The girl had quieted some, if only to hear what was going on. The grey-furred pup never took his eyes off the older canines though.
"Do you think they're old enough to have watched movies with a similar idea?" Dogaressa asked.
Dogamy shrugged. "We'll just be straight forward." He looked to the pups. "We're counterparts-so to speak. We come from a place similar to your own. We share appearance and name with your parents, likely personality if we didn't raise suspicious sooner. Think…"
"A world similar to yours, but not quite. Where things are similar, but have their differences," Dogaressa explained. "Like how we are similar to your parents, but our pups are not like you."
Dogamy nodded. "I could try to draw something to see if I can make more sense, but...this is confusing enough to adults…"
"So… you're not Mommy and Daddy?" Mischief whimpered, looking pleadingly up at her parent's counterparts, her fur wet with tears.
"No," Dogaressa stated softly. "We're not your parents. But they should be returning home soon, little ones."
Mischief gave a little cry and sprang away, fleeing towards the door, and crawling through a dog-flap installed in the bottom. Trouble barked in surprise at his sister's sudden departure, staring after her, but not actually following. Even Garav spared a glance back for a moment before returning his attention to the bigger problem.
Dogamy couldn't help the little whine of concern that escaped him. That might not have been his pup, but as a pack Monster, he couldn't help already having developed concerns for these pups as well. His wife sympathetically put a paw on his shoulder, assuring him things will be fine as they put their gazes back on the boys.
Trouble looked confused, and was scratching awkwardly behind a floppy ear. Garav, on the other hand, was testing the air again before jumping down from the couch, and trotting over to Dogamy and sitting by his feet, looking up.
"You're not mean," he stated, his tone suggesting that was all that still needed to be said on the matter. Then, he hugged Dogamy's leg for a moment, before backing away and seating himself on the floor again.
Dogaressa made a soft sound, a smile coming to her as her tail wagged, and Dogamy looked a little better for it. "Well I'm glad we could settle this for the most part." She slipped down onto her knees to be closer to their eye level. "Please let your sister know we didn't mean to hurt her."
"Okay," Garav replied simply. Trouble looked down at his brother, then back to the other canines.
"Might take a while," he informed them. "Mischief cries a lot." He snorted. "Such a girl…"
Garav slowly turned, looking up at his brother with a piercing stare and cocking his head to the side slightly.
"What?" Trouble asked nervously.
"Yesterday."
Trouble flinched.
"Sh-shut up!"
Dogamy smirked, while Dogaressa shook her head. "Be nice to your sister," Dogaressa chided. "It probably didn't bode well that she jumped into the lap of a stranger."
"Besides," Dogamy chuckled. "Sounds like Garav must have something to hold over your head for it anyways."
"Garaaav," Trouble whined, covering his face with his paws. The grey-furred one smirked, then looked back to Dogamy and Dogaressa.
"So, you're not our parents… you just look like them," he clarified. "Now what?"
Dogamy shrugged. "We're just here with our pups. We didn't even realize we could run into you...what happens I guess is up to you. I'm sure our own pups wouldn't mind playmates, but if you choose to keep your distance, we won't fault you for that."
Dogaressa nodded. "We only visit your area, after all, I'm not really sure how often we'd bump into each other..."
Dogamy snorted. "With the way our litter want to see Papyrus?"
"True…" Then she laughed. "Please don't fight over him, pups. He won't like that."
"Too late…" Garav said, looking towards the door.
"Too late?" Dogamy asked.
"...has the war already started?" Dogaressa questioned with mostly amusement, but some slight concern.
"Mischief always goes to Uncle Papyrus when she's sad," Trouble clarified.
Dogamy gave a hum. "Guess we should find him then and make sure they're all still in one piece."
Dogaressa stood. "Unless she challenged Beowulf directly, it should be fine-besides, Papyrus isn't going to let them fight."
"Still, that's six puppies and one skeleton."
"...we should hurry."